Chapter 349 Chapter 349: The Southern Route Army

"Who are you?" Veletta understood instantly, stood up, and asked coldly.

Aslan kept the names of the people on the command list from beginning to end, and didn't care about the three people kneeling on the ground.

The three of them were very stubborn and did not answer, and Aslan did not let Veretta continue to speak, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Until Aslan corrected all the lists and handed them to Veletta.

"Leave it to Andre and let him deal with it according to the list."

"Yes!" Veretta nodded, glared at the three people in front of her viciously, and turned to leave.

Aslan yawned, without even looking directly at the three of them, he swaggered back to the carriage, preparing to catch up on a return sleep.

Nuomiri and Cu Chulainn quietly walked to the side of the carriage and sat under the awning, allowing them to be exposed to the sun, drinking frozen drinks while discussing some cultivation experience, and directly ignoring the three of them.

The lute bone was locked, and their fighting spirit was less than one-tenth of the heyday. The three swordsman instructors had no resistance at all, and their bodies were still bleeding, which made their injuries worse.

About two hours later, a swordsman instructor fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Ott finally couldn't help shouting: "We are the envoys sent by the Ottoman Kingdom to your side. Is this how you treat foreign envoys?"

Hearing Otto's call, Cu Chulainn just glanced up at the other party and ignored him, which made Otto panic even more, and he yelled again, and was slapped on the ground by Arthur's slap.

Otto looked at Arthur in disbelief.

He was actually slapped by a big knight commander.

While becoming angry, Otto panicked even more.

The attitude of this group of people towards them is chilling and desperate.

Did it kill them?

"We are spies sent by the Ottoman Kingdom, and we want to know the situation of the 50,000 vanguard army." Ott quickly changed his words.

Arthur finally put down his raised hand, and said angrily.

"To be honest, it won't be so hard to tell your purpose."

Ott wants to cry but has no tears.

He really wanted to say, don't I need dignity as an imposing mentor-level powerhouse?

Do you trample on the dignity of the strong like this?

The door of the carriage opened, and Aslan rubbed his eyes and stepped down, saying that was the first thing he said.

"I'm hungry! Get me dinner."

Then Ott saw that the table in front of Aslan was full of delicious food, and he didn't intend to take care of them at all.

Ott's other companion also fainted, and he also felt the weight of his body. He lost too much blood. If he continues like this, he is likely to bleed to death. Ott doesn't understand why the wound bleeds so much after realizing his strength. It has been a long time, and it has not healed at all. After all, after stepping out of the mentor-level realm, the overall physical fitness has far exceeded the scope of human beings.

So he panicked.

"My name is Ott Mitas, the one on the left is Taxa Markle, and the one on the right is Nigel Garrett. We are both swordsman mentors belonging to the Ottoman Kingdom Expeditionary Force." Ott shouted quickly.

At this time, Aslan slowly raised his head, and with just a look, Arthur quickly lifted it and put it down on the chair opposite Aslan's dining table.

Nuomili chanted the spell lightly, and three black lights flew out, and the bleeding wounds of the three people stopped instantly.

This made Otto breathe a sigh of relief, but also terrified.

The black-armored knight who killed him instantly was actually a magician.

The legendary dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

"Excuse me, what should I call this lord?" Otto asked, resisting the dizziness from excessive blood loss.

Aslan said with a smile: "Aslan Sara! The Marquis of Melo, oh, you probably don't know me, but you should have heard of my teacher, Duke of Medea."

Hearing the name of Duke Medea, Otto exclaimed suddenly.

"Cold-blooded prince!"

A cold light flashed in Aslan's eyes.

"presumptuous!"

Arthur immediately slapped him, this time he directly used his fighting spirit to slap Ott away, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He felt that he was going to die, that he was going to die of humiliation.

But after finally cultivating to be a mentor-level powerhouse, he is at the pinnacle of power and wealth, and his life is still full of all kinds of good things, so he is unwilling to die.

The older you are, the more afraid you are of death, the richer you are, the more afraid you are of death.

The same is true for Ott. He begged for mercy and said, "Your Excellency, forgive me! I just made a mistake."

Aslan waved his hand, Arthur grabbed Ott again and put him on the chair.

"Continue to talk about your purpose!" Aslan slowly started to eat dinner.

"The Pioneer Army has not sent cavalry to contact us for a week. We were worried about accidents, so we sent the three of us to investigate." Ott said quickly.

"Oh! It's really a big deal for the three swordsman mentors to come out to investigate." Aslan said coldly.

Ott was startled, and quickly explained: "I heard that Changfeng Plain doesn't have mentor-level powerhouses, and the three of us happened to take turns off, so we came to Changfeng Plain to catch some beauties of different races and go back to have fun."

As soon as these words came out, Ott received another slap from Arthur, and was slapped flying again.

Ott burst into tears, with a hint of crying in his voice.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me what was wrong first, and then you hit me."

Arthur looked at his hands subconsciously, is he so powerful? A few slaps made a mentor-level powerhouse cry.

Aslan said with a smile: "Keep your mouth clean. The alien races in the entire Changfeng Plain are the citizens of my territory. You want to play with my subjects in front of me. Is this slap too much?"

"It's not too much! It's not too much, it's time to hit." Ott almost cried, and was lifted back to the chair by Arthur with his face covered, looking like a pissed off daughter-in-law.

Seeing this scene, Aslan was completely relieved.

This Ott chose to live in the midst of life and death. Under his layers of mental oppression and Arthur's physical oppression, Ott's heart of a strong man has collapsed, and he has completely lost his pride and pride in being a strong man. self-esteem.

"This time the Ottoman Kingdom invaded the North Wind Prairie, how many soldiers and horses were dispatched, and they were divided into several armies." Aslan said with a smile: "If the answer satisfies me, we can consider letting you go back alive. His wounds were healed."

Otto raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashed brightly. As for the two companions, they had been dragged away a long time ago, and it is estimated that they would have little chance of surviving.

At the time of life and death, Otto resolutely betrayed the kingdom that raised him.

I sold the details of the Kingdom Expeditionary Army this time. The size of the army and the number of mentor-level powerhouses are divided into three armies. He is the mentor-level powerhouse who belongs to the South Route Army. Noah, a powerful knight mentor.